A Face to Love

From the desk of Dianne:

How could your heart not melt when you look at this beautiful, innocent little face?

If I pull out my camera and sit on the floor while Sammie is playing, she walks toward me very quickly and it's difficult to take a picture before she's climbing up my leg. She always wants to "taste" the camera.


From the perch of Sammie:

I can't figure out what that things is! It flashes and beeps-- everything I love.

I overheard Daddy Dave talking to Dianne last night about blogging. He just doesn't get it. "Why would anyone want to read about other people on the Internet that they don't know?" If it doesn't involve business, he doesn't understand. Men!